Xianlu Spring and Autumn

Feng Wanxian stared at Ye Bai who was flying upside down, with a contemptuous evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

This person is also a monk with good luck, and the magic weapon in his hand is the best proof.

This magic weapon is called Chaotian Minglei Drum, and it is made from the skin and bones of a kind of enchanted beast named Mingleihou.

This kind of enchanting beast is extremely rare. Its sound is like thunder. Like the ice spirit tree, it specializes in attacking the primordial spirit. To refine it into a spirit treasure-level thunder drum, at least five king-level monsters need to be killed. Only those who existed in the later stage can take the skin under their jaws and refine them into a battle drum.

Although this treasure is at the level of Lingbao, its power is terrifying. After using it, as long as there is enough power of the primordial spirit to activate it, the power will be stronger than one stroke, multiplying until the magic weapon itself cannot bear the strength. It was shattered due to the infusion of the gods, or the master of the magic weapon was exhausted and could no longer be activated.

In today's era of self-cultivation, Minglehou has basically been extinct. Feng Wanxian's thunderous drum was passed down from a long time ago. There are few pieces in the entire Fengzu, and this thing is placed in the In a secret realm of the Feng Clan in the Black Temple, Feng Wanxian got the opportunity as a reward for outstanding juniors when he ventured into this secret realm.

"Wan Xian, you did a great job!"

A gentle and triumphant voice sounded beside Feng Wanxian.

Although the crowd dispersed, among the three Daoxin wheel-running monks, there was one standing beside Feng Wanxian, guarding him and covering him from using this magic weapon. This person was Feng Chenghan.

Feng Wanxian smiled evilly, and the power of the primordial spirit was infused crazily, beating the fourth drum!

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On the other side, after Ye Bai was blown away, there were five or six monks chasing and killing him immediately.The leader is the wind without fear.

From this old man, the Dao heart aura of the wheel of violent heart and tranquil heart emerged, his face was ferocious and fierce, but his eyes were unusually calm and clear, staring coldly at Ye Bai's direction.The magic formula in hand is urgent!

The other people also had a floating Dao heart breath, and the one with the strongest breath belonged to Feng Xiangu. This old guy was chased by Ye Bai like a dog in mourning, he was ashamed and hated Ye Bai to the bone.

And Ye Bai at this moment.Although he was hit by three attacks in succession, and another attack, the injuries were actually not serious. His power of spirit had already reached the level of the early stage of the starry sky.How can it be so easy to be seriously injured.

But if the power of Feng Wanxian's drums increases again, Ye Bai doesn't know if he can continue.

Boom!

At this moment, the fourth thunder sounded.Already sounded!

Ye Bai was hit hard again, and his body trembled violently.Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"This guy must be killed first!"

Ye Bai roared in his heart, his eyes grew cold, and he saw Feng Wu fear and others came to kill him.Quickly sprinting to the side first, with his current Void Thunder Step, he dodges effortlessly.

"Don't think that you are the only one with the soul attack technique, let me hit you and send you on your way!"

On the way to dodge, Ye Bai glanced at Feng Wanxian's direction, and said coldly in his heart, as for Feng Chenghan, he didn't even look at it. After his soul locked onto Feng Wanxian's position, Ye Bai waved his arms fiercely!

Three thunderstorms in the clear sky!

This time, instead of the sound of thunder exploding above Feng Wanxian's head, Feng Wanxian trembled violently and howled miserably as if he had been punished by thousands of thunders.

A moment later, Feng Wanxian's ghost cultivator's body shrouded in gray-black mist began to crumble, and Ye Bai smashed the opponent's primordial spirit into pieces with a single note. Ghost cultivators are different from ordinary living cultivators. As soon as the god died, the body of the ghost cultivator also began to collapse.

Feng Wanxian is the king-level intermediate realm, how can he forbid Ye Bai to rival the primordial spirit strike of an early-stage monk in the starry sky.

This genius of the Wind Clan who was determined to climb higher, was killed by Ye Bai's blow, and died halfway!

As soon as Feng Wanxian died, the beating of the drums stopped, and a group of soul clansmen immediately noticed, and all of them opened their eyes in horror.

"What kind of supernatural power is this, to kill Feng Wanxian with one blow without even touching his body?"

Feng Chenghan, who was in charge of guarding Feng Wanxian, was even more dumbfounded.

The first person to react was that he had seen the battle between Ye Bai and Feng Wanhe before. This person immediately remembered the past and shouted: "Don't panic, he can use this attack up to three times! It is completely acceptable in the late stage of the king class!" It is impossible for him to exhaust his primordial power just to kill three mid-king-level clansmen!"

This person's mind turned very fast, and he could analyze the situation very clearly in a few words.

The Wind Clan breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the words.

And Ye Bai could only snort coldly, as Feng Chucuu said, this supernatural power can be used up to three times, and unless there is another attack similar to thunder and drums in the sky, Ye Bai doesn't plan to use it again.

With a thought, the aura of the three-heart wheel suddenly appeared on Ye Bai's body. Without the restraint of thunder and drums in the sky, Ye Bai had no scruples and gave it a go.

boom!

The figure turned around, Ye Bai didn't say a word, and a black shadow's wrath blasted towards the fastest chasing Feng Wudao, the dark thunder, with the power to destroy all living beings, swept away wildly!

Ye Bai's eyes stared straight at the other party, as if there was no one else in his eyes except him, but in fact, there were five other monks fighting towards Ye Bai together with Feng Wuju, and among them was Feng Xiangu. An old ghost in the late king class.

"Boy, don't underestimate the old man!"

Feng Wu is afraid of this person, originally he is not afraid of the sky and the earth is not afraid of the explosive temper, being stared at by Ye Bai like this, he always feels underestimated, and seeing the darkness and thunder coming, his heart also burns to fight for supremacy, and he displays his own strength. He is good at the magic power of Dao Heart Wheel, and shakes the flame knife.

This person comprehends the wheel of the Dao Heart of berserk and serene. This door is called Shaking Flame Knife, which is also full of contradictory flavors of berserk and serene. extremely strong.

Flying pinch of the wind without fear hand tactic, a little red glow first formed in his palm, this red glow is very strange, it is not like ordinary fire, like frozen red ice, and it emits an extremely hot wave of billowing heat , even the group of Wind Clan monks following him.Also couldn't help but flashed to the side.

whizz-

The sound of piercing the sky roared, sharp and fierce, Feng Wushou clasped his palms together, and the ice-like fire in the palm of his hand immediately swelled into a long red knife that looked like a substance.No flames could be seen escaping, but the craziest, strongest and hottest fire energy flowed in the ice-like blade.

"Kid, die!"

The wind slashed down with the knife without fear, the tiger's eyes were full of spirit, and the white beard and white hair fluttered!

The knife of ice and fire blasted towards the dark thunder.There was a fierce collision, and the shattered black electric lights and red flames shot out in all directions.

bang bang bang-

The sound of the explosion was like a landslide.The eardrums of the trembling people hurt, and the figures of the two rabbits rising and falling were quickly engulfed by the surging dark thunder, in the thunder.From time to time, a red sword light can be seen, like a red lightning.Flying across the dark thunder, it split the dark thunder into pieces.

The speed of the two was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they exchanged notes several times!

bang bang-

Attacks from other Wind Clan monks.Before they even arrived, the two figures flew upside down at the same time, leaving only the dark thunder and scarlet flames in the sky!

"Old guy, it's not easy!"

Ye Bai's mouth was bleeding, his fist was dripping with blood, Feng Wuju was also a perfect wheel-turning cultivator, the power of his supernatural power was not much worse than Zhan Crazy's Living Up to Heaven, and compared to Emperor's Heart Killing the Dragon and Seeking the Way deduced in a short period of time is even stronger.

"Boy, come again!"

The body of Feng Wushou's ghost cultivator was also bombarded with a collapsed appearance, and a big hole was pierced directly in the chest and abdomen, but as if he became more and more courageous as he fought, he roared and killed him again. The eyes looking at Ye Bai were already full of dignity, without any trace of disdain.

All the attacks were already one step ahead of him, hitting Ye Bai!

The other cultivators who were chasing after him naturally wouldn't be idle. After the two separated, they immediately launched a bombardment to Ye Bai. The most powerful attack came from the Wind Immortal Bone. This old ghost of the Wind Clan who is proficient in restraint Dao Heart Runner, but he is also a veteran monk after all, and he has enough time to deduce powerful and weird artistic conception supernatural powers. Coupled with his powerful mana, he can be said to be a monk of the same level as Xiao Kuihua.

The old man looked at Ye Bai, although the eyes were cold, but the movement of making the formula was extremely stretched and ethereal, quite fairy-like. Following his movements, thousands of golden lights came from his fingers The tip flows out, like an inscription imprint.

Every bit of golden light seems to contain an indescribable power. After the shot, it didn't directly attack Ye Bai, but like a gust of wind, it circled around and rolled towards Ye Bai, forming a circle of sparkling golden light. The wall seemed to envelop him in it.

The attacks of the others were equally good, but the momentum was much smaller.

Although Ye Bai didn't know what Feng Xiangu was going to do, he suddenly had a very bad feeling in his heart, as if a voice told him that he must deal with this old guy immediately, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable, Ye Bai didn't dare to be careless , hastily stepped on the void thunder step first, and then swept to the side, at the same time, the hand formula flew to pinch!

His figure, in an instant, changed from dark and thunderous to red like fire.

Pong!

A storm of flames is born in a flying scroll!

After the crimson flame storm was generated, it immediately turned into a powerful red vortex, which swept Feng Wudao, Feng Xiangu, and four other middle-stage king-level monks into it.

bang bang bang-

The sound of booming exploded again, mixed with the sound of screams. Ye Bai's face was stern, and he shot without mercy. In just a few breaths, he killed the existence in the middle of the four kings!

boom--

But at this moment, before Ye Bai had any chance to breathe, the vortex of the flame storm had already been torn apart and was blown apart by the tyrannical attack.

The two old ghosts, Feng Wuji and Feng Xiangu, after all, had profound realms and mighty mana. After spinning with the vortex of the flame storm for a while, they stopped their figures and broke through Ye Bai's magical power of artistic conception.

"What are you waiting for, let's do it together and kill this kid!"

Seeing that Ye Bai had killed four more clansmen in a short period of time, Feng Wu feared, anger and sadness surged in his heart, and he moved towards Feng Chenghao, Feng Chenghan and other monks who were far away, maybe they were thinking about something , drank aloud.

Feng Chenghao and Feng Chenghan had no expression on their faces. After exchanging glances, they finally made a move together with the other monks and rushed in Ye Bai's direction. (to be continued~^~)